[It really takes little for him to draw shudders out of her. It would be very easy to lose her focus in him. In the feeling itself. That is likely the point, to make someone like her stop thinking so much.]
...Do... you think so?
[It barely leaves her. Quiet and hushed. She's clearly distracted by sensation, the little ripples that he's left atop an otherwise undisturbed, pristine self. There is something about the sight of him, the press of lips atop her skin. Her hands draw down against her frame and with some care, she threads one's hold into the curls of his pale hair, as white as a full moon. Her other blindly traces the line of his jaw before she carefully dusts touch along the edge of his ear.
It comes as no surprise to her that she wants to actively touch him. That is the way she is. Touch is an important thing to her, though he would surely laugh if she said any such thing.]
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...Do... you think so?
[It barely leaves her. Quiet and hushed. She's clearly distracted by sensation, the little ripples that he's left atop an otherwise undisturbed, pristine self. There is something about the sight of him, the press of lips atop her skin. Her hands draw down against her frame and with some care, she threads one's hold into the curls of his pale hair, as white as a full moon. Her other blindly traces the line of his jaw before she carefully dusts touch along the edge of his ear.
It comes as no surprise to her that she wants to actively touch him. That is the way she is. Touch is an important thing to her, though he would surely laugh if she said any such thing.]